Literary version:
When she woke up, she was no longer her.
Whose face is reflected in the mirror? Why do the people in the mirror do the same thing as me?
Once he traveled through time and became the current national master, he had magical power, exquisite appearance, and ties that were comparable to a mess of wool.
But who knows, this huge palace is like a huge birdcage. Imprisoning her inside for life after life.
If there really is a God in the world, she just wants to go home. Where did she go wrong?
Nympho version:
This dream is really good, I hope it feels realistic!
Look, this kid looks good, and he will definitely be a domineering man in the future.
Look, this kid is as good as me in women's clothing. He will definitely be a charming man in the future.
Look, the temperament of this boy's shoes is almost materialized. He will definitely be a gentle man in the future.
Look, look, look... Damn it, no matter how good the genes of the people here are, how can we live like this!
By the way, why haven't you woke up from this dream?